I don't even know how I started my thoughts. And if I try to find out what brought me here, I am completly sure that I don't want to remember. Is there anything which tells you when it's too late? Many of us wish this thing exist. But it doesn't. So you have to get used to setting your own limits.
We are people. We make mistakes. We try to fix them, but then we realise that we didn't even accept them. Does the word 'unforgivable' exists? Is there a such thing that can't be forgiven even by those who pretend loving you? Or do We have enough self-control to give up our pride and surrender? How good are we in keep a fire burning? Are we good enough for not put it out? What happens when you turn your look for a minute and you realise the flame is not as bright as it used to be?
Then, it's not about what me or you must do to keep the flame from dumping down. It's about what we can do to fire it up.
And there is time.. which takes care of it. There is time to make you realise if, after a while, the things are the same as you left them; time helps you to see if she is still there, if there is anything changed. And sometimes you need time. Because you need to evaluate the whole thing. And when the time passed, you find yourself still there. Not because you didn't have the opportunity to leave; not because there are obligations which keep you there; but because you wanted to be there. Because even the things which are thought to be unforgivable are not so good reasons to pack yourself and run away. The real reason which make you stay is the faith of relighting the flame. And she is always there to help you reight it. Always. Because she never decides to leave.
And it comes the moment when I say: I stay. But would you...?
